Leona Lewis - Hurt - ноты

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba 
You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y'all 
 
[Hook] 
Ain't a damn thang change 
I still keep that thang right up under my shirt 
Betta tell 'em I ain't playin' 
because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt 
Ain't a damn thang change 
I still keep thang right up under my shirt 
Run up on him where he hangin', BANG! 
cause it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt 
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt 
boy you betta catch me first 
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt 
boy you betta catch me first 
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt 
boy you betta catch me first 
Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt 
boy you betta catch me first 
 
[T.I.] 
Alota pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin' they mouth 
But then turn and run in they house 
Put the gun in they mouth, tell a nigga talk shit now 
You think you think you know the go POW 
I ain't scared of the law 
naw I'm about to go to war what it is nigga win lose or draw 
I'll never get caught murkin' y'all cuz it ain't what you do 
It's what cha near and who saw 
Shawty I'm way too raw 
Catch me any day you want you could think I'm a play if you want 
But the fact still remain if I got a AK and you don't 
Well then playa you gone 
Don't get me wrong there's some niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?) 
But they ain't sayin' bout shit because they very well know where I'm at 
They could catch me in the booth right if it really like that 
Naw nigga that they hoe get him in the whole shit, the 44 spit they holla oh shit 
Protectin' her and you both hit 
You betta check ya girl or you be so sick 
If the choppa leave you with no dick 
Or a plastic bag holdin' yo' shit 
Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya bitch 
And I don't miss 'cause I'm focused nigga 
 
[Hook] 
 
[Alfa Mega] 
I got you tip 
I'm finna ride homie 
Fuck niggas might talk loud act real, but they don't really want this here 
Pussy niggas betta act right, lay low we know where ya family live 
Trust me you don't want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on duck tapin ya kids 
You can pray all you want but I don't forgive 
Ya shoulda been doin' that before ya did whatcha did 
I ain't gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is 
I'll rest you case to ya real man you know what it is 
Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black 
Fifty at the front door, 50 at the back 
Half got K's, half got Macks 
Bring 'em out, bring em out, show me where he at 
We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap 
Run up on his 'lac put a hole in his hat 
With his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap 
and dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that 
Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, senora 
Y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow 
And the next one a y'all niggas try me like that 
I swear to God man I'm really gon' snap 
 
[Hook] 
 
[Busta Rhymes] 
Right now I'ma give you somethin' that a make a nigga beg please 
When a bullet in his mind  I could feel a little breeze 
Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome 
fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze 
I keep a couple of those for the niggaz who talk shit 
when I go to Jacob and cop that ring 
If you try to see me I'ma cock that thang 
And I'ma lock that thang, and the shots gon' stain (really?) 
The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga 
stuck with me And tell you somethin' if you really were smart and you knew 
better people probably tell ya don't fuck with me 
Front if want motherfucka you can catch it 
Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet 
Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it 
Must I just remind y'all niggaz when I come through 
Know that I'ma find y'all niggaz take two 
Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y'all niggaz now (Ok, ok let's go) 
See you don't know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw) 
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga 
When I finish it'll turn into an absurd show (listen) 
Then you better observe yo 
Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (ssss) 
Shit probably twist you up just a little 
and have your body leanin' lookin' like a quarter past four 
Stay down betta (lay down) 
Checkin' for a nigga, come and put your body in the dirt 
I don't play bitch you, really need to go the other way 
If you ain't know I got it under my shirt